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Full text of "My Country And My People"

PROLOGUE                                9

discovering that his forefathers in the primeval forests had the
right blood in them, and that sets his mind at peace and relieves
him of all anxiety to study things Chinese, But he is also un-
comfortable every time his business takes him through Chinese
streets where the heathen eyes all stare at him. He takes his
handkerchief and vociferously blows his nose with it and
bravely endures it, all the while in a blue funk. He broadly
surveys the wave of blue-dressed humanity. It seems to him
their eyes are not quite so slant as the shilling-shocker covers
represent them to be. Can these people stab one in the back?
It seems unbelievable in the beautiful sunlight, but one never
knows, and the courage and sportsmanship which he learned
at the cricket field all leave him. Why, he would rather be
knocked in the head by a cricket bat than go through those
crooked streets again! Yes, it was fear, primeval fear of the
Unknown.

But to him, it is not just that. It is his humanity that cannot
stand the sight of human misery and poverty, as understood
in his own terms.  He simply cannot stand being pulled by a
human beast of burden in a rickshaw—he has to have a car. f
His car is not just a car, it is a moving covered corridor that;
leads from his home to his office and protects him from Chinese \
humanity.  He will not leave his car and his civilization.  He
tells Miss Smith so at tea, saying that a car in China is not a
luxury but a necessity. That three-mile ride of an enclosed
mind in an enclosed glass case from the home to the office he
takes every day of his twenty-five years in China, although he
does not mention this fact when he goes home to England and
signs himself "An Old Resident Twenty-Five Years in China"
in correspondence to the London Times.   It reads very im-
pressively. Of course, he should know what he is talking about.

Meanwhile, that three-mile radius has seldom been exceeded,
except when he goes on cross-country paper hunts over Chinese
farm fields, but then he is out in the oepn and knows how to
defend himself. But in this he is mistaken, for he never has
to, and this he knows himself, for he merely says so, when he is
out for sport. He has never been invited to Chinese homes,
has sedulously avoided Chinese restaurants, and has never read
a single line of Chinese newspapers. He goes to the longest